Imagine a leafy suburb on a Sunday afternoon. People walk their dogs on the wide shady pavements; stop for a cup of coffee and a slice of cake at any one of several gourmet coffee shops; play a round of golf on one of the oldest golf courses in the country (opened by Jan Smuts in 1908) or simply window shop at the upmarket shopping centres thatabound in the area. Waterkloof is bees buzzing amongst the flowers. It's a carpet of purple jacarada blossoms against a green lawn. It's tea on an old fashioned verandah amidst white tea roses. Waterkloof is all the nostalgic dreams of childhood roll...